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My name is Candace, I’m a writer, sketch artist, and illustrator, and I’m glad you stopped by. Have a look around, or drop me a line at [email protected] Thank you for reading!

Keeping my eye on the ball in Pag.

Keeping my eye on the ball in Pag.

Posted on May 22, 2011

“Life’s a party. Crash it.” — Tagline from the film, Wedding Crashers Over the past year of attending various travel writing and blogging events, one of the people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting is a freelance writer and photographer named Lola Akinmade. Based in Stockholm, Lola is an official blogger for the Swedish tourism […]

Travel photo essay: Saturday in Notting Hill.

Travel photo essay: Saturday in Notting Hill.

Posted on Apr 23, 2011

“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it–an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view.” — Peter Conrad Last week I had the amazing opportunity of hosting my mother in London. On Skype in March, I’d been telling her about my […]

Saturday in the forest.

Saturday in the forest.

Posted on Mar 23, 2011

“The world is like a mask dancing. If you want to see it well you do not stand in place.” — Chinua Achebe “Why would someone want to jump in after a mermaid?” The museum guide was tall and sported a top hat and black dinner coat, complete with tails and bow-tie. After a few […]

“Each moment is a day”: Making time in Brighton.

“Each moment is a day”: Making time in Brighton.

Posted on Mar 12, 2011

“It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.” — Ben Jonson After a combined total of twelve or so months living in London, it’s rather shocking […]

Where London stretches her legs.

Where London stretches her legs.

Posted on Mar 5, 2011

“Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.” — Eckhart Tolle, Stillness Speaks When you start thinking in iambic pentameter, it’s a sign you need to go outside and get some air. This week we […]

Moving at my own momentum.

Moving at my own momentum.

Posted on Feb 13, 2011

“Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live.” — Mark Twain When driving around the North Island of New Zealand last year, I spent a night on the Coromandel Peninsula in a hostel not far from the famous Hot Water Beach. That night I got to know three Germans (well, two Germans […]

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Posted on Feb 4, 2011

“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” — Jacques Deval I hadn’t been looking for a market. Indeed, on such a lazy Sunday morning in Porto, Portugal, I hadn’t been looking for anything much at all–but isn’t that when the great finds always happen? From the bus on […]

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Posted on Feb 1, 2011

“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” — Henri Matisse It’s funny the things that remain with us after we leave a place. After a weekend in Porto, Portugal, I’m left with the usual roundup of activities to look back on–the four-hour bike ride along the coast to […]

Let it be Sardinia.

Let it be Sardinia.

Posted on Jan 26, 2011

“Where then? Spain or Sardinia. Spain or Sardinia. Sardinia, which is like nowhere. Sardinia which has no history, no date, no race, no offering. Let it be Sardinia.” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Right after my flatmate Claire and I first booked our flights to Sardinia, I typed something, who knows what, into Google, and whatever it […]

Photo of the day: Terra cotta panorama.

Photo of the day: Terra cotta panorama.

Posted on Jan 25, 2011

“As they went up between the houses that were dark and grisly under the blank, cold sky, it is amazing how these women of vermilion and rose-pink seemed to melt into an almost impossible blare of colour. What a risky blend of colours!” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Some places have a way of […]